The cold, harsh snow was increasingly harmful, along with the feeling that currently enveloped the area: death.

    Death is painful; some might say it could bring relief that could any kind of suffering but for Apollo, it means hell, a hell of pain.

    "ARGHH!"

    [I already told you to be cautious]

    "Which one of me?"

    [To all of you, and you never listen!]

    "Alright, I already died here"

    Even with the pain increasing with more of him dying Apollo steeled his mind with the authority of Mystics.

    [It was a bad move splitting yourself and not using Clonis. You end up losing strength and dying.

    Creator on your left!]

    Apollo paid heed to the warning, as he saw the cluster of chaotic mix of energy flying in his direction, but instead of evading, he flew straight at the attack, making a certain artificial intelligence exasperated.

    [Sometimes I wonder if you know the word listening]

    Apollo just laughed it off because he already nullified the attack, though just like what Jeremiah recorded in the data, it was a very strong one.

    "It stings a bit"

    He just said as he covered himself with authority. Purifying flames surge along the spell Jeremiah had analyzed from the temple of Elias. This is his way of slowly diminishing the amount of corrupted mana in the surroundings.

    "Hopefully this could somehow weaken our demonic friends"

    He weakly said though he felt numb for an unknown reason.

    "Why do I suddenly feel that demons are scary"

    His experience in the subjugation army is vastly different than the one he is experiencing right now. The magical beast inside the north and the desert creates a different breed of demons. The ones that can consume half of the empire and leave it broken.

    "Jeremiah, can you tell me the range of the affected area? I want to cast a spell outside of it," the artificial intelligence immediately answered, and based on the data, Apollo began to calculate the spell he had to cast. He already learns from his previous encounter with the demon in Elias, and he doesn''t want to be crippled by the weapon he was very good at, casting spells.

    The flames from the authority create a red light almost similar to the color of the sunlight, which strengthens due to the cleansing spell. The sky brightens, and the light turns into a massive magical spell purifying the corrosive mana; Apollo increases the power of the spell, which soon weakens the demons in the vicinity.

    "Gravity three hundred times," he ordered, and all the demons he had spotted on the map immediately succumbed to his command. Afterward, he followed it with fire-purifying spears conjured by the authority. He decided to attack from a distance since close combat would only get him killed; a wizard with no spells and powerful martial arts to defend himself is as good as dead. To avoid any more agony, it is better to take a safe distance away from his enemies.

    Soon, the perilous event is slowly dying down, and Apollo is close to finishing it, not until a notification suddenly appears.

    [Creator I have detected some unfriendly presence approaching us]

    "Yeah I noticed"

    [No one can defend from? Then creator I think you have a problem since according to my scanner some selected soldiers are equip with devourers. Which is the bane of the God''s authorities]

    The weapon called devourer, the name derived from Nirvana''s skill that can be used with the help of his flesh and blood. The skill that can eat anything, including God''s authority.

    "Now that is a very problematic piece of information, those weapons eat any kind of attacks that may harm its user"

    [I recommend that you don''t use magic if you ever do best to use them as boosters]

    Apollo just shook his head and summoned his mithril spear. He is not really sure whether the artifact on the enemy''s side can influence magic, so for now, he will cast something to verify things. The snowy ground was suddenly enveloped with light as the magic Apollo just cast consumed those under it. A conquering spell caught the church members off guard; its overbearing power created a wide range of debuffing effects.

    "Any signs of the artifact activating?"

    [Nope but I sense that the devourers are about to be used to eat your spell]

    "Got it"

    Apollo then manipulated the spell and focused it only on the members who didn''t have the weapon devourers. He then modified the spell and turned it into a curse. This made its effects seep right into the bodies of those who were cursed. The devourers can only work if the wielders can stab their comrades and take the magic from their flesh. Though Apollo will make sure they won''t be able to do that.

    "How many people do I need to look out for"

    [500, we have 500 wielders of the devouring weapons, can you handle them?]

    "Well I think I could"

    Apollo, who is still hidden, revealed something from his inventory, a weapon he had made in response to the power of the devourers.

    [Lasers?]

    Apollo''s location remains hidden, and the same goes for his lasers; while chaos begins to rise, he positions those lasers near his target.

    [Lasers can be absorbed as well as Creator]

    "Just watch please"

    The boy finally made his move, and the enemy who was about to flee was burned alive by the lasers that appeared out of nowhere. The church''s people were suddenly filled with fear for their unknown enemy. None of them was able to spot where it came from. All they knew was that they were dying without being able to fight back.

    The wielders of the devouring weapons began spreading their weapon''s power, and a putrid nauseating scent began to spread.

    "And that is our signal to appear"

    Apollo made another spell, one that was very far from the devourer''s range.

    "Let''s open the sky a bit"

    Just like he said, the space above tore open, and giant meteors came crashing onto the enemies.

    Apollo wasn''t done yet and he took his spear while his eyes trace each of his target.

    "Time to exterminate some pest" he said as he form his stance.